I’m back, in familiar grounds,
A home I once had,
A comforting visual without sounds,
I slept and woke here,
Camped out many nights,
And verbalized my fears,
Thoughts flowed like water,
Feelings drizzle like rain,
Heartache and emotional slaughter,
But I was never alone,
Many friends heard me,
And I made this home….
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..”feelings drizzle like rain”. This sounds like you found a comfort in the familiar things you surrounded yourself in. Was this a return to happier times I wonder?
I was on the original Poetfreak website before it was hijacked and taken down. It was a great and simple sight. Spent a lot of times expressing myself. I made many friends.
Yeah. Open Diary was like that for me. Was sad to see it go..
Open diary? Not familiar with it.